In A Glass House

The other day there was a group of people working near me, but they weren't working. They were just standing around yip-yapping. I was getting irritated at them because I was trying to work and all I could hear was them talking. I thought about telling them to shut up, or complaining to somebody up at the desk, but I didn't want to be a bitch about it. For one major reason.

I cheat at work every day. All day long. Constantly. I try to stop, but I just can't.

How do I cheat? I read while I work. I can read an average romance in a day and a half to two days. That damn Wuthering Heights took about three or four. I think I average about 200 pages a day. That's while I'm taking calls and during my breaks. I don't just sit there with a book in my hand all day or anything, but I can read fast. You would be surprised how quick a sentence here and a sentence there add up to a page, then a chapter.

I didn't want to be a bitch about it because I'm sure out of all the people that were irritating me at least a couple have noticed me reading. They could get me in trouble for reading in retaliation if they wanted to. I decided I'd rather have to listen to them talking and read than have it quiet and get in trouble myself.